Shadows and Pools, Reflection

We walked and I looked
and the crisp glass shroud...
I sighed... well, I exhaled.


Sitting still, hidden beneath
the underbrush, it stared.
Mocking eyes, obsidian


the jewelry of us, poor
wishing, for instead,
diamonds.


A necklace that mixed the
yellows and whites, semi-
useless stones, unwashed.


Wait, I whispered, and I looked
and I saw, and it happened,
that I knew, at that moment,
that I was shadow, and the


reflection which I saw...
I wish I were


Conversations about what hadn't
happened in this life, were so
hidden in innuendo, a cold shoulder
a broken glance, frozen stares


What? I asked, so I asked
and asked it, it told me
that we were it not to
and be it, it showed
that we weren't, it wasn't


, wait , wait,
I wasn't what? That was,
a question, I, wanted,